O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand

And the more I think of you,

the more I think long

If I have you now as I have once before

All the Lords of Old England

would not purchase Portmore.

O Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see

Such a woeful [bad word] 
of your ornament tree

For it stood on your shore

for many's the long day

'Til the long boats from Antrim

came to float it away.

O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand

And the more I think of you

the more I think long

If I had you now as I had once before

All the Lords of Old England

would not purchase Portmore.

All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep

Saying "where shall we shelter

and where shall we sleep?"

For the Oak and the Ash

they are all cutten down

And the walls of Bonny Portmore

are down to the ground.

O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand

And the more I think of you

the more I think long

If I had you now as I had once before

All the Lords of Old England

would not purchase Portmore.